Chapter Two
Disclaimer: Do I need to mention again that these are not my characters? I think you would get the message. One would hope so. These characters are Joss's and I am only borrowing them. But if he wanted to give me the rights to them, along with all the money...:sighs:
Buffy looked around her, only to find the tombstone she had been standing next to was a whole lot bigger than before. Either that or she was a whole lot smaller. She frowned, wondering if Giles knew anything about the Hellmouth causing tombstones to grow with age or something like that. He probably did, since he is Giles, after all, but still.
She looked around her again. From beside her, Willow stood up, rubbing her head lightly as she did so. "Oh my goddess!" Willow exclaimed loudly, looking up at the tombstone. She groaned and began to shake Tara awake, while Buffy tried her best at to waking up Xander, with little success.
"What?" Xander muttered sleepily, sitting up straight and rubbing his head. "What's going on? When do we eat? He looked around where he was once more, shocked to find that it wasn't his and Anya's bedroom.
Willow turned around, glaring at Xander. "This is serious, Xand. I said 'Oh my goddess'," she reminded him, sounding a little annoyed.
Xander frowned. "You always say that," he pointed out, while shaking Anya awake gently, hoping that she would actually wake up.
"Well, it's always important," Willow commented. She sighed, taking in a deep breath before continuing. "Xander, look at how tall you are," she commanded him in a gentle tone, gesturing at their surroundings.
Buffy looked at her height again. She knew that she had always been on the small side, but this was just ridiculous. "Now what?" she asked, sounding a little bit worried. "I don't think we'll be going anywhere soon," she pointed out.
Willow frowned. "I have no idea," she told Buffy honestly. "I mean, Buffy, come on- look at how small we are!" she yelled out, her left arm gesturing at the very large tombstone in front of them.
Buffy frowned once more. "Well, looking on the bright side, if any mini-vamps were ever to come, we could slay them" she began. "Oh god, what are we going to do?"
Tara awoke with a small yawn, rubbing her eyes as she glanced around. "Where-" she began to ask before Willow answered.
"We're in the cemetery and we're five inches tall. We don't know how we got like this, or what to do, and I can guarantee that we are going to die like this because we just are" Willow rambled in one breath.
"No one's dying," Buffy began. "Not on my watch. We'll find a way to solve this, we always do," she went on as she began picking up little tiny sticks to use as stakes, just in case those little vampires would ever come. "Now we're going to use these as"
Before the Slayer could finish her statement the Earth around them began shaking heavily as the five Scoobies found themselves being tosses into the air a little, an event that eventually awoke Anya with a scream.
"What's going on?" the ex-demon asked, her voice filled with fear and anxiety as she clung to Xander.
"I'm not sure," Buffy replied before catching site of the thing causing the booming. A large black boot that she knew was familiar. "Spike," she muttered angrily before her face lit up. "SPIKE!" she hollered at the top of her lungs. "SPIKE!" she screamed once more as she motioned for the other Scoobies to do the same.
"SPIKE!" came the yell from all five micro-Scoobies.
The leather-clad vampire walked along the lonely depths contained within Restfield Cemetery. Buffy still was out patrolling when he had walked Dawn back home. Not that he actually expected Buffy to be home and grateful that he had protected the former Key from any harm. But it would have been nice.
"Oh Spike!" she would say right before she would leap up into his open arms and start kissing him like there was no tomorrow. "How can I ever repay you?" she would then ask him. "I'll do anything!" she would continue in a very sexy voice.
"Anything?" he would then ask, raising a testing eyebrow down at her.
"Of course! You saved us," she would continue with the same amount of seduction. "You're the big hero""SPIKE!"
The bleached blonde vampire stopped short, swearing that he had something. It sounded like yelling, but the noise was very faint. Perhaps it was another part of his fantasy in which other people would be cheering him on.
"SPIKE!"
Or not.
He looked around, knowing that he had definitely heard something, although he was unsure what exactly it was. But it was definitely calling out to him. "Yes?" he answered warily as he continued his search for the source of the mystery voice, or possibly voices.
"DOWN HERE!" the yelling spoke as Spike felt something poking him near his ankle, telling him where exactly 'down here' was. Nothing he had ever seen within his one hundred plus years of living and unliving could prepare him for the sight. "Bloody hell," he began as he dropped his hand to the ground. "Slayer, is that you?"
The five inch figure that resembled Buffy walked up onto his hand, along with midget versions of Willow, Tara, Xander, and Anya. Spike let out a small chuckle, as their tiny feet were tickling him slightly. "Alright," he began slowly. "Does one of you want to ell me what the bloody hell is going on here?"
"What's it look like happened?" Anya asked, her hands placed firmly on her small waist. "We've been shrunken."
Spike sighed. "Yes, I see that. By who?"
"Those three little trouble-causing nerds," Buffy groaned. "Warren, Jonathan, and, uh, the other one. They had something, a machine thingy."
Willow nodded enthusiastically. "They hit us with it right before we shrunk."
"Spike, you have to help us," Xander added.
Spike chuckled slightly again. "And why would I do that?" he asked before he caught Buffy's gaze. The look that told him she would be in his debt to do whatever he wanted if he helped. A wicked smile crosses the vampire's lips. "Alright, I'll help."
"We need to get somewhere safe," Tara pointed out. "Where would we stay? I mean we'd get lost on any bed. If we fell, it could be enough of a height to kill us."
Willow closed her eyes as she mentally tried to picture hers and Tara's room. Next to the enormous bed laidÉWillow smiled. "I think I have a place. Amy left her cage when she"
"Willow!" Anya yelled, clearly outraged at the thought. "Do you honestly expect me to stay in a rat cage? It's probably full of Amy poop!"
"Cleaning up rat poop was not part of the deal!" Spike added with a frown. "Is there anything else that can contain the five of you?"
Tara nodded. "Th-there's an empty jewelry box up in our room. I think it belonged t-to Mrs. Summers."
"The black octangular one?" Buffy asked curiously with a smile.
Tara nodded slightly. "Yes," she confirmed a minute later.
"Would we all fit in a jewelry box?" Xander asked curiously. Not that he was one to know a lot about jewelry containers, but the ones Anya had were very small and could probably only hold two of them side by side, possibly three if it was Anya, Willow, and Buffy, which would never be happening as his girlfriend and best friend still could not get along as well.
Buffy nodded. "Yea, this one's pretty big. Three of us could sleep in the bottom where her necklaces used to be and the other two could sleep up top where she held her earrings."
"Xander and I will be on top!" Anya volunteered with a smile as she wrapped her arm around Xander. "Actually, Xander will be on top and I will be directly--"
"Anya!" Xander yelled loudly, cutting off the ex-demon's prattling about her sex fantasies. "We've talked about this. Private conversations are less private when they're in front of my friends."
Anya frowned as she folded her arms across her chest. "You don't have to be all mean. I can be on top if you want"
"Not what I meant," Xander said through clenched teeth as he turned to Buffy, Willow, and Tara, hoping that one of them could say something getting them off the subject of sex all together.
Buffy smiled slightly before turning back to face Spike. "So can you take us back home now?" she asked.
Spike sighed. "I suppose so," he began. "As long as I don't have to listen to what the Bloody Poof does in bed."
"Anya?" Willow asked warily as she turned to face the ex-demon.
"I'll be quiet," Anya promised as she sat down on Spike's hand.
"Good," Spike said flatly as he began walking them home, hoping that Dawn would already be asleep so he would not have to explain the Scoobies' shortness.
"It's here!" Andrew yelled excitedly as he ran down to the basement, a small brown box clutched tightly in his hands.
"No way!" Jonathan exclaimed as he tried to reach for it. "Hey, give it! It's as much mine as it is yours!"
"Hey, hey, hey, "Warren called out as he approached the two quarreling members of the Trio. "What's all the commotion about? I'm trying to fix up the freeze ray."
"It's here!" Andrew blurted out again, the excitement in his voice escalating.
"Do you mean to tell me that the entire first season of Dr. Who is contained inside that very box?" Warren asked. "And it arrived on the night we shrunk the Slayer?" He smiled wickedly. "This has got to be the best day ever!"
"Better than the day when there was that all day Star Trek marathon on the Sci Fi channel?" Jonathan asked.
"Hmm, good point," Warren noted. "But now that the Slayer is out of the way, we can begin phase two of our plan." He smiled wickedly again and began to laugh, the others joining in.
"Right after we watch Doctor Who," Andrew added before the evil laughter continued.